FOR TEXT MESSAGES!

Bold = Calvin Greene

Italics = Sam Hunt

-I'm pooping.

Sam looked at his phone and let out an amused snort.

-You didn't run out of toilet paper this time?

-😑

Sam shook his head as he fixed the final edit on a manuscript. It was a short story and honestly hadn't taken him long to write. The theme was strangely inspired by his strange meeting with Calvin.

-I'm done pooping. Do you want to grab breakfast with me before you get lost in work?

-Did you wash your hands?

-😒 Yes.

-🤔

-Okay. I'll meet you at the elevator in five minutes.

-😥

Sam chuckled to himself as he set his phone down and changed into a pair of blue jeans and a thick, black sweater. He slipped on a pair of shoes before running a hand through his white blonde hair.

Grabbing his phone and keys, he was out the door in under five minutes. When he rounded the corner to the elevator, he let out a surprised laugh.

He saw Calvin leaning against the wall in gray sweats and a slightly large blue t-shirt. His black hair was sticking up in random places and his blue eyes were surprisingly bright and awake.

Sam had a hard time imagining him on the toilet pooping and messaging him.

"'Sup, Tuesday?" Sam greeted when he was a few feet away.

Calvin's eyes snapped to Sam's and he rolled his eyes. "I believe I told you my name is Calvin."

"Must have slipped my mind," Sam replied with a wink. "Where to?"

Calvin let out a grin before pressing the elevator button. "You might have already been, but I want to check out that café on the corner."

Sam smiled and stated that he hadn't been there before.

It was as they were entering the elevator that Sam realized Calvin was a few inches taller than him despite being younger.

"So, you applied for a loan?"

Calvin's gentle eyes focused on Sam in annoyance. "It was only one thousand. Just enough for me to become independent. My lease would have been renewed today but I said fuck it. My brother did a lot of complaining and screaming...as did his girlfriend. But I told him that if he was going to believe her over me, then I wasn't supporting him anymore. He hasn't talked to me since."

"I'm sorry," Sam replied in a soft voice.

"Don't mention it. It was long overdue anyway."

Sam let out a laugh just as the elevator doors pinged open.

"I'm glad things are slowly getting better for you." Sam stated as they walked across the lobby and out the front doors.

"Me too. And I'm glad you found yourself a new manager." Calvin replied in a cheery voice.

"She's fantastic. And fifty with a doting husband and five children. I don't have anything to worry about with her." Sam voiced in relief.

"I can't imagine going through all that."

"It wasn't fun. I went through a lengthy legal battle and eventually won." Sam all but growled. "It was a close call but I managed to find evidence against him."

Calvin nodded and the two fell into companiable silence as they walked the short five minutes to the café, neither quite realizing just how comfortable they were around the other.

The café was small and quaint and provided an excellent breakfast of chocolate chip muffins and warm coffee. Once seated, the two men fell into easy conversation.

"What bar do you work at?" Sam asked after taking a bite of his muffin.

"I work at Blue Mountain. It pays the bills but I don't exactly like it." Calvin responded with narrowed eyes.

"I've been there before. I didn't particularly care for the atmosphere." Sam shook his head after another bite of his breakfast. "What are you passionate about?"

Calvin's intense eyes settled on Sam. "I'd love to be a teacher but I can't exactly do that. I dropped out of college first semester because I couldn't afford it. I come from a poor family and no one could help and no jobs were hiring at the time."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I never went to college if that makes you feel better. I've been a writer since I was sixteen. It's only been these past three years or so that I was able to quit my day job and live off my writing." Sam stated while looking at Calvin.  There was something about him that drew him in.

Calvin let out an amused laugh before receiving a phone call. He immediately answered and, seconds later, was jumping to his feet in excitment.

The moment he got off the phone, he wrapped Sam in a hug shouting, "Tuesday is mine!"

He didn't even offer a goodbye before dashing out the café and disappearing into the thickening city crowd.

Had he turned around, he might have noticed the slight blush on Sam's cheeks or his overly bright eyes trying to hide whatever emotion it was he was feeling.

Breakfast had abruptly become Sam's favorite meal.